Am I the dropped seed, gowing a shoot up through the sidewalk crack?
Am my part of the orchard, planned and thriving?
Am I the sower of these things?
Lord, let me grow.
(Letter #2,327)
Am I the dropped seed, gowing a shoot up through the sidewalk crack?
Am my part of the orchard, planned and thriving?
Am I the sower of these things?
Lord, let me grow.
(Letter #2,327)
